The thing I like doing more than anything is reading, I can waste, if that’s the word, days with my head in a book. I wrote a song about authors and writing, the
real life and the imagined one. The song can be listened to below after the lyrics and I love the bass clarinet in it. A guy named Dave Roberts (no relation) who lived in Chester came along and played it. I’m not sure how we got him, a friend of a friend, he was great.
I’d demo’d this song at home but it was re-recorded at Hype studios and I used Martyn Campbellmob’s big Gretch acoustic guitar on it. Lovely big sound, fat neck but very playable.
Somebody asked me if Will is Shakespeare but it’s not him.
If Auberon was quite lazy
Martin was up with the lark
One was a sponge one one was a shadow
How do we tell who is what?
Will’ loved his mum completely
But it made him scared of his art
Writing down words can sometimes be easy
But sometimes it shows who you are.
You are easily read your heart is an index
You write whatever’s been said and you know how it sounds best.
Sentences can be a ruling
A verdict passed on to the crowd
Commas like comas you sleep for a while
A full stop’s the end of the line
A full stop can last for all time.
So write me apart where I’m famous
Let me stand out from the crowd
Give me a voice that is wise and sublime
Give me a mother who’s proud
And a father who dresses too loud.
You do what you do.